Cheating Wife

My wife Carrie and I enjoy spending a week at Catalina Island, something we do several times a year. Two months ago, the last time there, we made friends with a woman by the name of Delta while having a few drinks before going to dinner. She accepted our invitation to join us for dinner. We sat at a booth, with Carrie between us, which gave me a nice, direct view of her ample breasts, which were slightly larger than my wife's, though not by much.

Delta seemed especially interested in the young hostess who sat us, eyeing her the same way I was eyeing Delta. She openly flirted with the girl who took our order, which had my wife giving me looks of disbelief at her unabashed openness. The waitress, to our surprise was receptive to Delta's flirting and, looking at us embarrassingly, told her she got off at 10 before hurrying off.

At the end of our meal, and another round of drinks, the waitress asked us if we wanted dessert. Delta smiled at her and said she already had dessert coming later that night and didn't want to spoil her appetite. The girl blushed and giggled nervously, putting down our bill before scurrying away. The exchange had me really turned on, which my wife was aware of because she had been rubbing my cock under the table, our signal it's time for bed. She felt it, looked at me in shock then playfully slapped my thigh.

When we got back to our suite, Carrie began getting ready for bed while I sat out on the balcony enjoying a rye and cigar. I love watching her undress, if I wasn't already aroused I would have been. So I saw her reach into the pocket of her hoodie, the confused look on her face finding a folded piece of paper in it. I pretended not to be looking but saw her open the note, look at me furtively, then slip it in her pantie drawer.

Taking another look to see if I was looking, she hurried into the shower. I quickly got up and retrieved the note, which I had seen Delta slip into Carrie's hoodie, unbeknownst to her. On it was a phone number, which had the same prefix as ours, and a short note that simply read "I want you." I put it where I got it from, then went back out on the patio to finish my cigar and whisky, but not before I peeked in on my wife, who I could see through the clear glass was furiously masturbating. This was interesting because Carrie had never been interested in women

A few days after we got back, I overheard Carrie on her phone. Her voice was quivering with nervousness, and she talked in hushed tones, but I could hear her agreeing to something. An hour later, she told me she was going shopping for her nephew's upcoming third birthday. It didn't go unnoticed she was a little more dressed up than usual, even wearing her favorite perfume, which she only wore on special occasions.

Carrie was gone for four hours and when she came home she seemed very content, and horny. She crawled into bed and I was delighted to find her already super wet for me, wet like she gets when I eat her pussy. Every day since, Carrie finds an excuse to got out for a few hours, and every time she comes home she is wet and horny. She is totally clueless that I know about her indiscretion, or that she is a voracious pussy eater. I know this because Delta, my secret lover of ten years lives to tell about her trysts with my wife.

I don't plan on engaging in a threesome with my wife and my lover, I have plenty of those with Delta, including several with that waitress, who is an amazing cocksucker. By letting Carrie have her affair, I reap the benefits by always having my wife horny.

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